"Your Highness …" Greta's voice trembled as she finally spoke.
There was a flicker of fear in her eyes, though not the kind born of terror, but of the kind of shock that never quite dulled, no matter how many times she faced him. Matthias Von Ignaz had a way of appearing out of nowhere, like the line between man and monster was something he could step over whenever he damn well pleased.
And even though Greta had seen that darker side of him more times than she cared to count, it still stole the breath from her lungs every time. She knew, deep down, without a shred of doubt, that the man standing before her wasn't just dangerous. He was something else entirely. Something far more tempting, and far more lethal than anything she'd ever imagined.
